Текст песни A Conversation With The Devil

"I get what I want this time baby." Foul temptress I want it too This hell, this doom baby I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in my lips is precious to me Like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky baby Or sweat that runs down your spine like a river I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in my lips is precious, precious to me